Untitled by Stephanie Noriega
My dog is so warm, like sitting under the hot sun, and so soft with his fur being a soft gold and silver. How he cries and whines when I don’t let him sleep on my bed even though he just came from playing outside. How quickly he leaves his bed to greet me once I come home from school. The look of his short tail wagging as if he is trying to say hi to me as he is welcoming me. Or when I’m heading up the stairs but he already starts barking since he can hear the sounds of my keys, as if he was expecting me. The time I was so scared of how he escaped from his leash in the first month we got him. The thirty minutes it took to find him felt like three hours. We eventually found him because a guy saw him running and stopped him. The nights and afternoons that me and my sister spent walking him up and down the stairs so he could do it comfortably. When I’m going to skateboard, he runs and chases after me with the wind blowing against his fur, and if he gets too tired I sit him on my skateboard and pull him around with a string. The picture I have of him hung up that I took of him when it was hot and we had a picnic with my sister.
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